K

n in a trail of eager kisses. My body feels like it's on fire, even though it's almost mi

my neck, a little

I laugh, pushing him away l

ward the Sequoia Trail. It's one of the harder trails to follow, rough and winding, which is probably why I don't

His eyes burn with wild desire, the black of his

"It's nothing. Are you ready for the night that chan

d I shiver, feeling uneasy as a few others stand near

re? Why can't they go

s racing. Lamen's gaze follows me closely as I lick my lips, trying to steady myself. I glance do

," Lamen says softly. "Eve

. My fingers tremble as I start peeling away my layers, piece by piece. I'

My shoulder jerks with a sharp p

st, my body trembling as if something deep ins

from outside my body. Somewhere deep ins

anging. Get ready to

ctually spoken aloud. Maybe I'm imagining things. I feel drunk

un. Heed m

, I see Lamen begin to change too. His bones twist and reform, his muscles stretching beneath his skin. His wolf is magnificent-lar

wonder what color

nails sharpening into claws. Soft tufts of fur sprout along my arms, then across my chest. My back arches w

eels alive, electric. Th

My fur is white, snowy and bright under the moonlight, with small black patches on my paws

, twice my size. His golden f

d. Something inside me responds instinctively. My body moves before

eady know ho

sk of nearby deer, the faint sweetness of wild berries. I can hear everything-the rustle of leaves, the snap of twig

. Lamen. His heavy paws pound aga

rns steep. My wolf wants to keep going, running harder, faster. I want to stop, to catch

movement. My vision is razor sharp, the forest lit

d powerful. My wolf howls, lifting her snout toward the sky, answer

ills me, wi

arth, and for the first time in my life,

ould let h